Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

“I’m not going,” Chiori replied immediately.

"I didn't ask you."

"But you don't have any other friends, do you?"

"Nonsense, I do have it."

Although they are all just casual acquaintances, I can't say there aren't any.

Navia pressed her hand to her chest, a bright smile on her face: "Yes, I'm Lulu's best friend!"

“Look,” Luna said smugly.

"I do not watch."

Chiori gave a perfunctory response, thought for a moment, and then picked up another piece of paper to draw a draft.

She knew Luna definitely needed a dress, and she would never allow Luna to wear a dress from another brand.

Because all the others are too ugly.

If you're going to wear something, wear a dress from Senoriya; there's no other choice.

"Chiki".

"what?"

"Didn't you want Chiori-ya to become all the rage in Teyvat?"

Chiori's dream is simple yet quite ambitious.

That is to make your brand a sensation in Teyvat, becoming an indispensable "gateway" in the fashion world. But to achieve this, it takes more than just burying yourself in production and design.

"Yes."

Luna sat up and waved the invitation in her hand: "This is a great opportunity for promotion."

"...Sigh, aren't you afraid to go alone?"

"Ah."

"Liar."

But after a moment of silence, Chiori sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'll go."

"That's more like it." Luna lay back down.

Navia blinked: "You guys have a really good relationship."

"It's just a tragic fate," Qianzhi said casually.

Have you known each other for a long time?

"I guess so. I met her when she had just become an adventurer. I have to say, she was cuter back then, but now..."

Chiori glanced at Luna, who was reading a novel on her sofa without any restraint, and her expression softened slightly, perhaps as if she had remembered something.

“It’s just a fat cat now,” she said.

"I've already told you I'm not fat."

Navia nodded knowingly.

"I see."

...It's kind of enviable.

36: Don't flirt with girls too much, or you'll get...

The banquet will be held two weeks later, which means that Chiori needs to make one dress per week on average.

Of course, this is not a difficult task for her now.

Speed? No problem.

Quality? No need to worry.

This is the skill of Chiori, the renowned costume designer in Fontainebleau. What else can be said? Great, no further explanation needed.

So a week later, Chiori summoned Luna.

"I'm here, so what do I need to do?" Luna asked curiously.

"You can guess."

"Want me to eat something?"

Chiori's expression remained calm: "Is eating and drinking all you think about all day? Of course not. The banquet is in a week, right? What kind of dress are you planning to wear?"

She could guess without being asked.

"Just wear the interview clothes you gave me before."

Anyway, the outfit was very exquisite and beautiful. Even though it was menswear style, isn't it nice to dress like a woman dressed as a man?

Ultimately, as long as it looks good, that's all that matters! Reality is that simple and unpretentious.

Chiori's gaze softened a little.

Fortunately, if she says she wants to wear a dress from another brand, then don't expect to go with her.

"It's common sense to wear different clothes for different occasions. Of course you can wear that one, but I have a more suitable dress on hand. Why don't you try it on?"

She walked up to a mannequin and gestured to the dress it was wearing.

Upon closer inspection, the purple-black color exudes elegance, while the delicate, scattered decorations resemble stars in the night sky, adding a touch of dreaminess and mystery.

Without a doubt, this is a dress that exudes maturity and beauty.

Of course, there's no need to confirm; Chiori always carefully selects the fabrics she uses, ensuring they are close-fitting and comfortable.

"I don't think I asked you to make it for me, did I?" Luna reached out and touched the dress.

"I don't recall saying you were allowed to wear inappropriate clothes, were I?"

Just how little confidence do you have in my taste?

Chiori casually replied, "1%."

"Suspect?"

"confidence."

unacceptable.

Luna doesn't think her taste is bad; her phantom thief outfit is alright, isn't it? She just thinks that paying too much attention to appearance is extremely troublesome.

Almost there.

After all... Luna pointed to her face: "Look."

"What are you looking at?"

"My face should be able to make up for all my flaws."

Chiori smiled, but it was clear that her smile didn't hold much of a joy.

"Stop talking nonsense and put it on quickly." She deftly took off the dress from the mannequin and pushed Luna into the fitting room.

Luna blushed and asked, "Are you going to help me change?"

"If you feel like you're still a child, then it's not impossible."

The answer is obviously "da me".

Luna took the dress, while Chiori drew the curtain. A rustling sound came from inside the fitting room, and Chiori deliberately took a few steps back and waited quietly for a moment.

With a whoosh, the curtain was drawn back, and Luna, dressed in a formal gown, stepped out.

"How about it?"

Chiori glanced at it a few times and thought to herself that it was indeed as beautiful as she had imagined.

This time she actually smiled: "Your question is meaningless. If I don't think it's appropriate, I absolutely won't do it."

"I think so too."

Luna twirled around in front of the mirror a few times, feeling a little uncomfortable wearing the light, airy clothes.

“But it seems a bit tight here.” She pointed to the straps at her lower back.

"Really? You haven't really gained weight...."

"It gets boring if you keep saying it over and over again."

Chiori walked up behind Luna. She thought it was probably a problem with Luna's technique. Chiori was confident that she wouldn't make a mistake in either the measurement or the choice of materials.

Or perhaps this guy is just playing a trick on her again.

However, since it could be a problem on her own, Chiori decided to take it seriously.

"where?"

"This one."

Chiori bent down, her fingertips resting on the straps.

"here?"

"Correct."

After carefully examining the items, Chiori's eyes revealed a sense of helplessness.

This isn't her fault; it's entirely Luna's fault for tying it too tightly.

"You tied it too tightly, and the way you tied it... never mind, let me help you." With that, Chiori untied the bandages and re-tied them for her.

Despite Chiori's efforts to be mindful and control herself, her fingertips would inevitably brush against Luna's exposed skin on her back from time to time.

"Your technique is a bit strange."